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Master Samak -> RE: An Seanfháinne — The Old Circle (11/29/2019 16:40:55)
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A self-imposed challenge: to write in iambic pentameter (10 syllables, 5 counts of 1 unstressed/1 stressed) AND have the 4th and 10th syllables rhyme AND have each 2 lines rhyme together. The following verse is what was created. Enjoy!
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A Northern Knight
If I could fly, the speed of birds up high
upon me, why, so soon the winds should try
to heed my call: "O gentle zephyrs, all —
to me! to thrall! Come, raise my feet to fall
away from street where men take lumb'ring beat.
Let's quickly meet and do as I entreat:
Let's take a free way known to none but thee."
And, so to see they feel my cause, in plea
to them I'll say, "I seek the swiftest way,
for out, away, far in the west, there lay
an isle where the breeze is passing fair,
where trees do bear their leaves throughout the year;
and on this isle, a-dwelling yet awhile?
What makes me smile — when he does smile! — O! My Heart's Beguile!
which daily grows — sweet trav’ler of the Lavand Rose!
A caring will do not oppose!
First, go and see oh how he goes:
His smile is like a coming morn;
he's noble, native island-born;
rare symbols 'cross his frame adorn
such life within his eyes. — Be sworn!
If when you find him, well or no, in kind
with kindness, mind that you do look behind
to me afar. Remember where you are,
and 'neath the stars, then, swift thy ways unbar
for me to go, to brave or ice or snow
or desert blow the ways high held in tow
by thee in might. Just, let me come by night —
some star-lit kite — my love for to alight
upon and stare, thy moving presence there
uplifting where we’ll 'brace in open air.
This done, I'd lend from thee one final bend
in Time: to mend a wounded pride, I'd send
thee off with love and thanks. 'Go soar above!
Be freed thereof from foolish Cupid's gloves
around thee fast. All airy sprites en masse
would not surpass the 'pressive pow'r thou hast
to right a wrong, to prove thy heart most strong:
to bear a longing soul t'where it belongs.'"
If I could fly, O birds up in the sky,
*sigh*,
then ‘haps my wending words would find their end.
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